#but he is deathly afraid of spiders

[tartarusknight]

Eddie was normally a very chill guy. He worked as a tattoo artist and DMed for a group of DnD players every other week. Sure, some people took one look at him and thought he was scary or at least intimidating, but he wasn't. Honestly, he should not be scary in the slightest. He was vegan because he felt bad for the animals. He constantly cried over nothing because he was an emotional guy. Plus, he was a complete mess for a pretty boy.

Sadly, there was a pretty boy who lived in the apartment across from him. Pretty boy had to deal with Eddie's panicked laughter at their interactions just because Eddie couldn't operate when he got a crush. Specifically around said Crush.

So even though he had a very eligible bachelor right across the hall, he didn't do a single thing. It was sad l, really. Gareth constantly made fun of him for it, but Eddie wanted to just pine in peace. Thank you very much. Plus, Pretty Boy was pretty stand off-shore and quiet, so Eddie figured he didn't really have a shot.

And pining from afar went really well... for a while. Until one day, Eddie's in the shower. He's about done when he spots the creepiest motherfucker he's ever seen. A spider about the size of his hand, and it was crawling towards him. The shriek he let out was high and so fucking loud he was sure glass would break. But he couldn't stop it.

Then he hears a loud bang. But he can move from where he's watching the fucking spider. Although he does look away when his bathroom door slams open. And in comes hot neighbor with a baseball bat like that was normal. He was covered in a thin layer of sweat and liked like he was working out when Eddie screamed.

"Who hurt you?" Pretty boy asked, snapping Eddie out of his daze. He stumbles backward, then freaks out and jumps the other way because he moves towards the spider. Pretty boy seemed to notice the spider then, and he moved forward and smashed it under his foot. Then he picked up a towel and gently wrapped it around him and gently helped Eddie out of the shower.

He grabbed another towel before he led Eddie to his bedroom like he had been here before. He picked up a pair of boxers, shirt, and flannel pants as Eddie was just frozen in shock. He padded Eddie down with the extra towel before slipping on his shirt and then finally stepping out of his space. "You should get dressed," he nodded and Eddie blinked.

He didn't move to leave for a second before his fave flushed, and he basically ran out of the room. And Eddie's sure that's it. He'd come out of his room and pretty boy would be gone. But when he did exit his room pretty boy was looking at some pictures like he was just waiting patiently. He noticed Eddie and nodded, "cool, your sleeping at mine. It's not safe here." He states and Eddie is so fucking confused right now.

"Uh- I uh think you killed the spider dude." He points out and watches red cover pretty boy's face.

He coughs, "Um, yeah. But I also broke down your door, so..." And sure enough, when Eddie looks over, his door is on the floor like a battering ram took it out.

"Oh," he mutters, and pretty boy does look sorry.

"Don't worry, I've got a nice spare bed room." He nods and picks up the baseball bat and guides Eddie out of his apartment and straight into his own.

All Eddie can think is what the fuck.

[swordwithouthilt]

I freaked out a customer the other day by grabbing a spider that was hanging off the truck but when I told her it couldn't hurt her even if it wanted to and saw how calm it was even when I was holding it I think she calmed down a little bit. I love little misunderstood creatures

[16-jarrah]

big moth on the dash reminds me of the huge spider i saw a few days ago and marveled at for a good several minutes and then got very upset about because my cat caught it in his devious little mouth like i had predicted

[space-australia-stories]

A human explaining the joke of “space Australia” and how everything in Australia wants to kill you.

The ship had just finished a routine resupply, and with it, came the shuffling of many crew members. Some were taking leave, some were being reassigned, some were coming, some were going.

Qithar was not up for reassignment, and so went on with his normal duties, as old crewmembers left new faces took their places. This particular ship was relatively diverse - hosting crew from many different species, including humans, who had only recently joined the Federation.

Qithar was only just starting to understand their strange behavior. They were far-and-above the most outgoing species he’d ever encountered, and they integrated into most crews with little to no hassle. But once you started learning of their home planet, called “Earth” and how the humans lived, they suddenly didn’t seem so friendly.

It was common for humans to live in places with climates or regularly occurring natural phenomena that would render them inhabitable to Qithar’s own species, not to mention the other lifeforms that inhabited their planet.

As he was completing an inspection in the cargo bay, Qithar overheard several of his human crewmates conversing and laughing. From the conversation, one of them appeared to be telling some newcomers about life on the ship and other species they may see aboard.

“I think it’s sort of easy to forget that humans and our way of life aren’t the norm out here,” the seasoned crewmember was saying. “I think a lot of non-humans think we’re crazy, or insanely resilient.”

The others laughed. “How so?” one of them asked.

The first crewmate hummed. “Well, there was that one time we had a spider infestation in the kitchen. Weird space spiders with like, twenty legs and one really long, goofy-looking antenna. They were like, maybe the size of a housefly, and pretty harmless, all things considered, but all the non-humans were deathly afraid of them for some reason.”

Qithar remembered the infestation. He had been nearly brought to hysterics when he found one crawling on his morning rations. The ship had never had a pest infestation before. What if they carried some unknown disease? Just one bite, and the ship could say goodbye to all of it’s living crew. He remembered being horrified at the human’s reactions.

The human crewmembers had offered to study the spiders (for science) and then dispose of them, since everyone else seemed so reluctant. At the end of the study, they explained their conclusions so nonchalantly, to the horrified reactions of everyone else. Apparently, the spiders were relatively harmless, though they did bite (using their strange antenna), and could feed off blood or other bodily fluids from many different species. The humans explained that the only side effects were small itchy bumps, causing temporary discomfort.

It didn’t stop the rest of the crewmembers from being cautious. Really, it made them question the sanity of the humans on board. Why would they deliberately get close to something that feeds on your blood, and wounds you in the process?

Qithar remembers the humans laughing, and one of them saying that there were bigger and meaner ones in “Australia” (where ever that is). He figured it was another human-occupied planet, and vowed never to go there.

Pulled out of his thoughts, Qithar noticed the human crewmember was finishing his story. “If you think about it, to everyone else, Earth is to the rest of the Federation what Australia is to us.”

“Space Australia,” laughed another crewmember.

“Exactly!”

This marks the second time Qithar had heard of this planet. In morbid fascination, he wondered what horrors might exist on this “Australia” that would make humans consider it dangerous. Seeing as there were several humans right there, he felt inclined to ask, if only so his nightmares didn’t come up with something worse.

“Excuse me,” he called to them, catching their attention. “I’ve heard it mentioned before, but what is this ‘Australia’ that you’re talking about?”

The first crew member smiled at him, in that uniquely human way. “Oh, it’s just a little joke we like to share,” he explained. “Australia is a continent on Earth with the stereotype of having lots of really deadly creatures that always seem like their out to get you. From experience, most non-humans view Earth that same way.” He shrugged. “Hence the joke that Earth is Space Australia.”

“There are things on Australia that try to kill you?” Qithar asked, latching onto those words.

“Eh, not directly. They’re just animals defending themselves, and humans are the ones getting all up in their business anyways.”

“You mean humans actually go to Australia? Knowing the dangers?”

The human crewmates all shared an amused look, the first one with a look on his face that said ‘See?’

“Yeah,” he replied. “People live there permanently. It’s actually pretty populated.”

Qithar could feel himself getting lightheaded at just the thought. Actual people living in a place that so frequently tried to harm its inhabitants that they’ve made a joke about it. He thought the rest of Earth was terrifying.

“Thank you,” he managed to croak weakly. He turned away from the humans and went back to his work, but he couldn’t get the conversation out of his head.

That night, he dreamt he was chased by a massive space spider, with twenty legs and a long antenna, and prayed he would never be reassigned to Earth.

[konigsblog]

was scrolling through your blog and noticed a post where you said kruger would use your fears against you and now i have a funny idea

i'm deathly afraid of horseshoe crabs. fucking terrified. i hate them so much but the idea of him just tying me up and forcing me to look at google images of them is fucking sending me

i wish i didn't look that up 😞

but, kidnapper!krueger will 100% use your fears against you to get you listening, or to have you obedient and respectful.

he won't hesitate to sit you in his lap, gag you and bound your wrists together with rope. he forces you to keep your eyes open, otherwise he'll take it a step further and try buying something to get you listening

scared of spiders? he won't get rid of any house spiders, and might just go buy one to have it crawl all over you before crunching it with his boot.

scared of the dark? he'll lock you in the basement without a light, without anything. he might just go out of his way to sneak downstairs and jumpscare you until you're crying, apologising and telling him you'll be good !!

scared of horseshoe crabs? he'll go buy one and force you to be in the same room. maybe then you'll think twice about running off.

kidnapper!könig will scold krueger and hold you in his arms, letting you sob into chest while rubbing your back and glaring at krueger for being so, so cruel...

[captainpondlilly]

Okay! The Gilear plush has arrived. This is my best attempt at all of his lines. Two have been unintelligible to me, and several are pretty long and fast which made it hard to follow.

My search history is.. hospitals near me, foot stuck in object, head stuck in object

You're low, he's low, It's Gilear's day baby!*

A guy on the street kicked me in the nuts as hard he could

I don't like "lunchlad"

Help me to understand what I have done to deserve this

My horoscope says "today is a good day to die motherfucker"

I ate a quick cup of yogurt on the way over here to bolster my spirits after I changed, I'm ever so sorry

What do you mean "When" life gives you lemons

I went to apply for the guidance counselor position but I was usurped by a drug dealing werewolf named Jawbone

In my haste to put the armor on I buckled the leg plate and think I clipped the tip of my penis against one of the leg plates and Everytime I move it feels like it might fall off so I ASSURE you demon I have no pride to speak of!

In highschool I was voted "Most Likely To Get Pushed Out Of A Tree"

My car was repossessed by the ride share app that I was working for

It's actually a good thing that no one came to my birthday party because the bounce house flooded and was swept out to sea

I just discovered that *all* of my emails have been going to everyone's spam

Unfortunately I have been banned from that hot air balloon service not because of anything that happened to me in particular but the guys who run it just sort of know my whole deal

Mmm this yogurt tastes like *potatoes*

I asked the woman at Home Depot why my plants kept dying and she said it seemed like they were reaching away from the sun

I've found out recently that one of my shoes is so filled with mildew because a pipe in my bedroom is leaking and I've developed a fungal infection in my foot which I didn't know was possible for elves to get

I don't think that I've ever "Peaked" in that we started neutral and have been going downhill ever since

I am currently trapped in a storm drain. The bottom half of me is above the ground, the other is below

Another Own Goal for Gilear Faeth, yes

Everyone knows you eat 7 spiders in your sleep every year, but I have a bunch coming into me the backway

My sandcastle I'm afraid was destroyed, as I was about to finish it, the tide came in and with it a man holding a bazooka who shot me and killed me

I know you're not going to believe this but Ive just been kicked by a snake

I found out the hard way that people can legally reject status as an emergency contact

The title of my autobiography is going to be Gilear Faeth: Please Stop

On my way here I was carrying a large bowl of Italian wedding soup which shattered on the ground in front of me and several of the small pasta balls rolled through the cracks and alerted vermin to my presence. I've since learned after a trip to the hospital I am deathly allergic to the sting of millipedes which is a way of me saying I need someone to come down to the hospital and pay for this. There is a doctor holding a gun to my head and now that I think about it this clinic is in the back of a storage unit and I think have gone to the wrong place

he said and I quote "he'd stomp my goon ass" if I ever got on his bus again

Gorthalax it was very nice to meet you, you've made a cuckold of me

We're the throw up boys!*

I've been informed that the brownies I consumed were laced with cannabis and rat poison

I am completely unprepared for the perils ahead and am deeply frightened, I'll go get the coffee

A gorilla monster punched me so hard in the back of the head I died

Today I have been hit by 3 scooters

Everytime you squeeze my hand it breaks several small bones

My imaginary friend as a child ghosted me because he said I was too depressing

Do you want me to go back? I warn you, it will break me

Can I interest you in an herbal soda? You must understand I am an intern at a ponzi scheme*

When I go to sleep at night I dream of a world where I might be able to walk through a field without stepping on a rake or gopher hole

If anyone needs me... I will be surprised.

If it wasn't for bad luck, Id have no luck is both true and what was written upon the billboard I crashed through

I wonder if any of these will feature in Junior year 👀

*Thanks to @cappa-cappa for telling me the lines I wasn't able to make out!!

[kairiscorner]

Miguel x Spiderwoman reader where the reader is his wife and he finds it so funny that despite being spiderwoman, she still has a crippling amount of arachnophobia 😭💀🤣

KDKDBFODKDKDKFKFO THAT'S SO CUTE WHATTTT he'd tease the shit out of her omgggg

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

miguel o'hara x arachnophobic!spider woman!reader

content warnings! mentions of blood and bleeding. please do not read any further if you are uncomfortable with these themes ^^

despite being bitten by a radioactive spider and adopting the moniker 'spider woman', you were deathly afraid of these eight-legged critters–it was like being scared of your own kin, in a way. you couldn't stand being around spiders themselves for too long, nor could you look nor touch them or their fat, hairy bodies; they disgusted and scared you sometimes, with those beady little eyes and those sharp fangs of theirs... kind of like your husband's.

he was an intimidating, scary man at times, though you loved him dearly and knew he was incredibly soft and mushy underneath; he also had an unprecedented sense of humor, which was tapped into when he discovered that–"you're afraid of spiders?" he asked you as you looked at him with embarrassment in your eyes, an evident fluster in your face as you nodded and muttered a 'yes'. miguel raised an eyebrow at you and gave a small hum. "what about it?" you asked him as miguel shrugged, going back to work and turning his back to you. "nothing." he murmured softly.

you sighed as you thought of what he could've been thinking about at the moment right now after finding out about your fear of spiders, the very thing that you share your DNA with. you heard miguel's footsteps behind you drawing nearer and even louder as he spoke. "why're you afraid of those little arachnids, though, they can't hurt you. one's tried, but it couldn't kill you..." he murmured as he ran his hands up and down the back of your arms, causing you to shudder and feel a heat all over your face, especially throughout your cheeks. "...so why're you so afraid of them, corazon? do they really... disturb you that much?" he asked you in a sultry voice as you gasped at his hands palming their way down to your waist, running his hands up and down at your curves with a low groan and slightly ragged breathing as he touched you.

he nuzzled his face at the crook of your neck, with you trying to find the words to answer his question, but even finding the voice to speak out those answers was difficult to do, what with him being so close to you. you had been married a little while ago, and though intimacy isn't a completely foreign topic to either of you, you could never get over how good his hands felt when roaming over every curve of your body, how warm you felt when he'd press himself against you. "mi cielo, what's wrong? why can't you answer, hmm? do you... find me disturbing as well? do you find me... scary?" he asked you in a low mutter as he gently pressed his lips against the length of your neck.

you gasped at the sudden contact, and he chuckled at your little reaction. "do you, mi esposa? do you get frightened when your big, scary husband gets all close to you? i'm half spider, mi esposa... aren't you scared of me, querida?" he asked you as you frantically shook your head at his question, with him giving you a low chuckle as he pulled you even closer and unsheathed his claws, gently running the sharp talons over the flesh of your arms and abdomen.

"spiders are scary... but you're just..." "just what, querida?" he asked you as your eyes darted to your side where miguel was creeping up and down your neck, and in the dimness of his office, something stood out as it gleamed in the dark–his fangs had been drawn out and were nearing your neck as the seconds passed. you felt the blood drain from your face as miguel neared you, his fangs threatening to sink into the flesh of your skin and... draw blood from you.

you squirmed under his touch as you tried to continue your answer, when all of a sudden, you felt something creep up your leg. you immediately casted your gaze downwards and caught a big, hairy spider crawling up your leg. that was far enough, you had to release it–and out came a loud scream from the depths of your lungs as you frantically shook the hairy beast off your lower leg. "getitoffgetitoffgetitoff!" you exclaimed as migurl burst out cackling.

he told lyla to terminate the simulation, and thus, the spider disappeared. you panted as miguel gave a small chuckle as he turned to you with a smile. "lo siento, mi amor, i just had to see your face after trying that simulation out. it seems it worked a little too well." he said as he looked at your confused and agitated face when you realized that it was all just a ruse.

you hit miguel's chest repeatedly, scolding and screaming at him that his joke was far from funny. he sighed with a big smile as he cupped your face with only two fingers and gazed at you with his irises reddening as his fangs bared when he grinned. "oh, mi vida... you're so beautiful when you're angry. a feisty little gremlin you are." he cooed to you as he crouched down to your level and brought his face even closer to yours. "maybe i should show you how scary spiders can really be, how scary this big spider you married can really be." he said in a sultry, low voice as he pulled you in for a kiss, and lightly bit your lower lip with his fangs.

as he drew a bit of blood from your lips, he cleaned up the blood that was spilling with his tongue lapping over your lower lip repeatedly. your little mewls and whimpers just motivated miguel to keep teasing and tormenting your poor lower lip... and keeping you to himself all night long, showing you just how scary a big spider like him can really be.

tags !! @miguelswifey04 @binibinileonara @meeom @hisachuu @arachnoia @fiannee @fictarian @yuridopted0 @melovetitties @ophanimgold

[ragingadhd]

Disorganized RA headcannons

During the whole Skandia arc, Cassandra would braid/play with Will’s hair. It was just something to distract them from their situation, but ever since, having his hair done has been very calming for Will.

Will and Gilan’s relationship consists mostly of them insulting each other. If they’re not insulting each other, they’re actually upset with each other.

One of the ways Will would get back at Horace while they were kids was to do the classic “Horace, there’s a spider on your head!” and Horace fell for it every time.

Maddie one way or another heard about that ‘spider’ trick and tried it on him. It still worked.

On that note, Horace was deathly afraid of insects (particularly spiders and bees) as a kid. As an adult, he’s not really scared of them, but he will still avoid them best he can.

At some point during Cassandra’s reign, Halt goes on a week long vacation out of the country. Cassandra had him legally banished during that week as a goof.

Horace is weirdly good at cutting hair. He could be a stylist if he wanted to. No one actually believes he has this ability though unless they see it for themselves.

[breadsoup00]

Headcanon that Chuuya used to own a spider when Dazai was in the mafia because he was deathly afraid of them. Whenever Dazai was more annoying than usual there would be a floating spider chasing him. One of the most feared men in the mafia reduced to a screaming wet cat running away from a bug.

[breella]

Of Course I’ll Kill it For You

Ruhn’s girlfriend is deathly afraid of spiders and it causes a commotion.

A/n: This was written on mobile in like 10 minutes so I’m sorry for any mistakes. I love Ruhn so much.

Content warning: Cursing and spiders. I think that’s all but if you see anything else please let me know.

Y/N: I’m scared

You sent the text to Ruhn without even thinking about it. There was a giant spider by your bedroom door and there was no way you were moving past it. You kept your eyes on it, making sure it wasn’t going to attack you.

Y/N: I think it’s going to kill me.

You fired off another text to your boyfriend.

You could have sworn the spider was looking at you. It was definitely plotting your untimely demise. You should have been getting ready to meet Ruhn and your friends at the White Raven, but there was no way in Hel you were walking past that evil creature to get to your closet. You picked up your phone again a few minutes later to see why Ruhn wasn’t texting you back.

“Shit” you muttered to yourself. Your phone was dead and the charger was of course in a different room. You were trying to muster up the courage to run past it. You even stood up from the bed. As soon as you began to take a step the spider scurried across the wall stopping directly across from where you were standing.

“Ahh” you scream and jumped back on the bed. You were under no circumstances trying that again. You made peace with your fate. You were either going to die from starvation or be eaten by that damn spider.

You should be meeting Ruhn and your friends any minute. They would never let you live this down if they found out you were cowering in the corner of your bed from a spider.

You heard the faint sound of footsteps down the hall of your apartment. Relief washed over you. Maybe Ruhn had decided to pick you up here before heading to the White Raven. The footsteps were gettin closer but there was more than one set. There were multiple people and it sounded like they were running. You slumped against your headboard. It was probably just your neighbors.

Suddenly you were startled by loud banging on your apartment door. “Y/n! Y/n answer me!” You heard Ruhn yell. He sounded frantic. Worry settled in your gut. Something awful must have happened.

“Ru-“ you started to call back to him but were cutoff by the sound of your apartment door being busted open.

“Y/n where are you?” Ruhn called sounded just as panicked as before. You could hear him and the others walking around your apartment.

“In here” you called. You were filled with dread and worry. You couldn’t think of anything that would make him barge in your apartment sounding like that. You had never heard him sound so upset. He was usually calm and collected in alarming situations.

Your bedroom door slammed open with force. Ruhn ran to you cupping your face and looking you over as Declan and Flynn walked in the room with confused looks on their faces. Both were holding guns and scanning the room.

“Are you alright? What happened?” Ruhn asked.

“I’m fine” you said slowly. Confusion taking over the worry you were previously filled with. “What do you mean what happened? You are the one who barged in here like a mad man. What’s wrong?”

Declan and Flynn exchanged glances but put their guns in holsters.

“Your text.” Ruhn replied. His hands were still holding your face. His eyes were staring in to yours. “You said something was trying to kill you. Then you wouldn’t reply or answer my calls.”

You had forgotten about the stupid texts you sent to him before your phone died. It never even crossed your mind that he would think you were really in trouble. He must have been thinking the worst the whole way to your apartment. He probably thought you were already dead when you stopped responding.

“0h yeah… the texts” you whispered.

“Well what happened?” He was still staring at you intently with his hands holding your face as if he was afraid to let you go. Your eyes wondered across the room to the spider who had made its way to the corner of your ceiling during the commotion. Ruhn’s eyes followed yours landing on the spider with a look of shock on his face. His friends’ eyes soon followed when they realized you were both staring at the same spot on the wall. Shock took over the features quickly followed by a burst of laughter. They were both laughing so hard they could barely breath. They pushed each other out of the room when they saw the angry look Ruhn was giving them.

“Really y/n! A spider? A fucking spider? I thought you were dead!”

“Oops…” you shrugged. “I’m sorry. My phone died and the charger is in the living room. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

Ruhn let out a long sigh and rubbed his face with his hand. His features were a mix of relief and annoyance.

“Will you still kill the spider for me? Please?” You batted your eyelashes at the prince.

“Of course I’ll kill the fucking spider for you.”

[nichoswag]

How do you think OT7 ENHA would react to their significant other being really scared of a spider they seen and asking (begging) them to kill it 😭

a/n: this is so funny omg

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heeseung calls you cute and kills the spider but then wants to tax you a kiss for his service.

jay would probably just kill the spider, no questions asked. might tease you for being afraid of such a small thing, but moves on from it quickly.

jake lived in australia. a spider? not a big deal. calls you cute for being scared but says to leave it alone. probably brings it outside to set it free later.

sunghoon genuinely does not understand what you're

sunoo is deathly afraid of spiders. him? kill it? for you? no thanks.

jungwon "you're afraid of spiders? you know, jay hyu-" "YANG JUNGWON JUST KILL IT!"

niki tries to kill it but gets scared at the last second. calls you a pansy and makes you do it yourself while he cowers in the corner.

[politemenacephd]

Arachnophilia: (Chapter Eighteen)

Drider!Miguel O'Hara x Reader (+18)

Chapter Masterlist 🕷️

Content: Fluff + Smut. Workplace sex/Oral (reader recieving), Panty kink.

Word count: 6,400 Notes: Longer chapter but ngl I like this one a lot, enjoy B)

‘Okay, okay, careful.’

‘Aha—Mi arañita, I still don’t understand the point of this, ah- exercise?’

‘Not an exercise Miggy, I told you this a thousand times, it’s—a surprise!’

‘Alright, alright, sweet thing. Well, regardless, I trust you.’

Mig took a few more staggered steps forward across the hard ground. His eyes were covered by a thick blindfold, and he was moving based purely on the guiding tug of your hand in his.

You had him step forward just a little further, but noticed as you did that he was tapping his paws back and forth to try and gauge his surroundings. You gently squeezed his hand as punishment.

‘No! No, come on, don’t—spoil it with your little sensory paws’ you huffed. Mig chuckled.

‘My apologies, I’m just—not used to being covered.’

‘Well it doesn’t even matter now because you—are—here!’

With a gleeful swing you released his hand and spread your arms wide in anticipation of him lifting the blindfold. He did as he’d been told, lifting it carefully, and as he blinked and squinted his eyes to adjust, he was met with the most beautiful sight.

You were both stood on the flat roof of the HQ building, with the entire of Nueva York spread out at your feet. The sky was clear and bright, the city sparkling beneath the light of the sun, with the distant lakes glimmering and blowing in the wind.

Mig took a few steps closer to the edge, his mouth agape. ‘Ah… It—this is, what you wished to show me?’ he murmured. When he looked down you were beaming.

‘Yeah! Of course. Isn’t it beautiful?’ you said while grabbing his leg. You squeezed his fluffy spider appendage to your cheek. ‘Mm—I know you can’t go outside yet, at least on the ground, but, I thought you might like to see. I bribed Peter to let us up here.’

While you were fixed on the view, you didn’t notice that Mig was still staring at you. You were clutched tight to his side, your smile wide and your face slightly buffeted from the wind, forcing you to squint beneath the sun.

You didn’t see the softest smile on his face. You felt his abdomen vibrating, but you assumed it was for the view.

‘Mi arañita…’

You slowly rolled your head back up to catch his eyes. He stared back.

‘I am… deathly, afraid of heights’ Mig said, his voice cracking as he spoke. Immediately you balked.

‘You—OH, oh, shit oh my god- Oh I’m so sorry—’

You immediately grabbed his legs and dragged him back towards the centre of the roof. ‘Oh, Miggy I’m so—’

‘It’s okay’ he said gently. As you blabbered apology after apology he remained patiently calm with his forelegs on your cheeks. ‘Shh, it’s okay. You didn’t know.’

‘I just thought, ah—spiders, you know, we… we’re always, up—’

‘Not me, mi tesoro. I don’t have that, sticking ability you all have. I just have a literal spider body. I can’t stick to walls like you.’

‘Oh, you… are you, worried about, falling?’ you asked. Miguel sheepishly nodded.

‘Oh… Oh god, don’t worry about that’ you said, gently waving your hand. ‘I would never let you fall. Ever. I’d break my back if I had to just to ensure you didn’t fall. Promise! Cross my heart and all.’

Miguel’s chuckle in response was soft. It seemed to be getting easier for him to do. ‘Ah, arañita, thank you. I believe you would certainly try.’ As if to show his gratitude and his trust Mig slowly lowered himself down until he was seated in the centre of the roof, his legs folded beneath his great fluffy belly, and with his hands out he bade you to join him. You eagerly settled on the floor beneath his pelvis.

‘I also just thought, you know, it’s nice to be away from everyone’ you said with a yawn. His forelegs came down to pull you close and you hugged them back, settling into the warmth. ‘Away from all the uh- staring.’

‘It is… always, nice, to be with you’ Mig said gently. You felt his paw brush your cheek. ‘I am, excited, to be in a new world. With you.’

He craned his neck and peered out over at the distant sky, a world so far removed from his own. He clutched you a little tighter as he did so, a clear sign that he was still afraid, but your presence seemed to be making it easier. He closed his eyes to block out the heights and relished instead in just feeling; feeling the warmth on his fur, the warmth on his skin, and the feel of your body in his arms.

‘With you’ he repeated to himself.

Little did you both know that just below you, down in the dark and the cold where the sunlight didn’t reach, a single man stood alone in his office, and watched your every single move.

His room was bathed in shadows, his figure obscured by thick heavy rays of indigo and navy. With the jagged metal of his previous work sticking out from the floor it looked like a sunken wreckage left to fester beneath the sea.

He raised his fingers and swiped a handful of holograms aside, focusing in on a few cameras he had set up around the HQ. He zoomed in on one particular screen, pushing aside the one image he always had floating in the corner; the image of a little girl smiling at a football game.

‘Hmm.’

The video he pulled up was of you and Mig, the two of you sitting together on the roof beneath the bright light above. His red eyes narrowed.

‘Miguel!’

He closed his eyes at the sound of his name. He could hear Peter’s familiar footsteps as he hopped towards him, trying his best to avoid the debris on the floor.

‘Hey! Miguel, buddy, pal, you’ve been in here all day. I came to see if you’d uh- died in here or something.’

‘I thought you were busy entertaining our new guests’ Miguel grunted.

‘What? OH! Oh, what Mig? Nah they’re off spending some time alone, I don’t wanna intrude.’

‘You have nicknames for him?’ he seethed. Peter, again, ignored his obvious annoyance.

‘Yeah of course! They were right, it’s too difficult calling you BOTH Miguel, so, Mig it is. You should be happy, right? You get the- full title!’

‘I get the non-affectionate, non-pet name version. The standard version’ Miguel mumbled beneath his breath. At that, Peter paused.

‘Hey, buddy, are—are you, okay—’

‘You know what he did’ Miguel snapped as he spun, his face coming within inches of Peter’s. The dorky man refused to move. He met his friend with only sympathy, which only aggravated Miguel more. He spun back. ‘You know what he did, why he’s such an issue for me, but you don’t care.’

‘Mig, he—He’s a nice guy’ Peter insisted. ‘I know he made a mistake, but it was a mistake, and he—it clearly bothers him. He’s not a bad guy though, not at all. Like you. He’s kinda socially awkward but he’s… nice.’

‘You’re supposed to be my friend’ Miguel murmured over his shoulder. ‘You’re supposed to believe me.’

Peter sighed. ‘Ah, man, come on Miguel. I am your friend! I just—’

‘Just what?’

‘You… You’re, going through a lot’ Peter blurted. His voice kept getting quieter and quieter with every word. ‘I know you are, and that’s why I’m… trying. It’s not that long ago that you—I’m here for you, but I don’t know what you need. You told me that you needed space and, when I tried to talk to you about it you got—’

‘Am I not allowed to change?’ Miguel snapped, his eye glowering as he twisted his neck to see Peter. ‘I’m not allowed to need different things?!’

‘Of course you are! Of course, of course, but I… I can’t read your mind, Miguel’ Peter insisted. He was arguing as gently as he could, but it still wasn’t enough. ‘You told me to stay back, you said—with Mary, and, the baby, it was too much. So, I backed off. Now you’re upset with me for doing that, but- you never told me you needed something else, it… I don’t like seeing you on your own, but, you’re not the… easiest, person.’

Miguel scowled as he stared at his holograms. He could still see you on the screen, laughing, joking, resting on Mig’s shoulder. Everything he couldn’t have.

‘We’re not designed to be easy’ he grunted.

‘Who?’

‘Us. Me. O’Hara’s. We’re… not, designed, to be good. I have to fight, every day, to stay, good.’ Miguel turned and glared at Peter over his shoulder. The man looked back with a deep, profound sadness.

‘I’m sorry I’m so much effort’ Miguel hissed.

‘No’ Peter said softly. ‘No, you’re not… You are effort, Miguel, but you’re worth that effort. To me. And, he’s worth that effort to them. I just- I hope one day you realize that too.’

With a sigh Peter turned and vanished out of the corridor, away from the sunken darkness and into the light. Miguel turned back to his holograms without a word.

Miguel didn’t care. He couldn’t, not anymore.

He did what he had to do, even if it was abhorrent to everyone else. He did what had to be done.

Right?

He buried, deep, to the back of his subconscious, the acknowledgment of why he hated this. He buried it all. No matter what Peter said, or how many people fell for his variants sickly, predatory charm, he knew better. He knew he had to get him out of here.

He slowly looked down at a scribbled list on his desk.

Four plans. Four, simple, easy to do plans, all designed to push Mig out of his territory. All designed to make people realize what he was. Miguel pushed the list aside in disgust.

He had only a little time before you both theoretically passed the bureaucratic hurdles he’d placed in your path. It was time to execute.

… The first attempt …

The first attempt was simple: Use the existing prejudice against the two of you, and push it a little further.

It was easy enough. The HQ loved gossip, after all. You’d threatened Miguel with his own medical records, so he’d use yours without shame. As leader he obviously had to file his own paperwork regarding the sanctioning of your relationship, and he was happy to write in that he approved.

He just, also decided to write in graphic detail the nature of why it needed sanctioning. The rutting, the heat, the breeding kink, the size difference. The unprotected creampie-ing mixed with the spidery seal of web used to keep it inside.

He handed all of this into HR for filing and waiting for the gossip to spread.

He watched the word ‘spider web plug’ spread from person to person on his monitors, over and over again. He let it fester. He let it sit.

As you made your way into the canteen that day, you definitely noticed that the air felt different. You’d been here a week now with Mig at your side, so you were used to people staring, but this was different.

Everyone was staring and whispering, refusing to hide their overt voyeuristic curiosity. You found yourself clinging to Mig, as even he noticed it this time.

‘Why are they staring?’ you whispered up at him.

‘I… I’m, not sure’ he murmured.

You swallowed hard. You tried your best to be okay with the stares, the judgement, but this was awful. You felt yourself sinking.

With Mig at your side you hurried to meet with Peter, who you were supposed to be having lunch with. Thankfully you found him pretty quickly, his body slumped over a table with his phone pressed to his nose. He only noticed you when you prodded him in the foot.

‘HEY! Oh, shit, there you two are!’ Peter cried as he sat up.

‘Hey Peter’ you said. Your smile was exasperated but genuinely glad, while Mig’s was just pleased.

‘Oh you two! I gotta show you. We got the early ultrasound back! I took pictures’ he whisper-shouted with glee.

‘Uh—I mean, won’t it look like a… literal, nothing? It’s in black and white’ you noted. Peter shushed your soft rebuttal and continued to scroll for it.

‘No! No, you can see them. Lemme just—’

‘Hey.’

Peter paused as he was rudely interrupted. You all turned to see who’d spoken.

One of the younger spiders, presumably one in their early twenties, was standing behind Mig, their hand curiously raised. You could see their friends giggling a few steps back. Immediately you began to sink all over again. No, you thought, not this again, please.

‘Is it true that you plug them? Like, with that spider gunk? they asked.

Everyone fell silent, spare for the giggles in the back. You were cowering behind Mig, utterly mortified, but to your surprise it wasn’t even Mig who stepped up to defend you. It was Peter.

‘What kind of question is that?!’

Mig looked down at Peter with his mouth agape. It was clear the foolish man had been ready to deliver in the bluntest terms exactly what he did to you, but he’d been caught off guard by Peter’s bluntness.

‘No, really? What kind of question is that!’ he repeated. The younger spider looked slightly offput.

‘I was, just—’

‘No! No there is no I was just blah blah—no! My god—If someone came up and asked you about the weird shit you do in your bedroom, and I KNOW you do, because EVERYONE does, what would you say?! And how do you even know this, where did you hear it?!’

Peter was going full dad mode on the poor group, and it showed. They looked deeply uncomfortable at being called out, which was really the most perfect form of karma.

‘It—we didn’t, go looking, we just—heard it—’

‘Ohhh, oh right! Because that doesn’t sound like, you know, you ABSOLUTELY went looking for it!’ Peter scoffed. You heard a couple other spiders giggle. ‘Yanno what’s weirder than consensually dating a big spider? And—no offense guys, I love you, but you both know it’s weird—’

‘We know its weird’ you replied with a little more confidence.

‘Right! Anyway—so yanno what’s WAY weirder than that? Looking for details, WITHOUT consent, about the person dating the big spider! That’s SO much weirder, do you not see that?’ Peter exclaimed.

You could see the younger spider shuffling backward. They looked unbearably uncomfortable now.

‘Jesus, christ—we didn’t go looking for it!’ they said, unintentionally speaking far too loudly. Other people had heard it now, and as Peter had said, it sounded so much more suspicious.

At this point, in a panic, the group all fled.

‘My goodness… People are so weird about you two’ Peter said with a dramatic sigh. He slumped back into the booth, and with everyone’s eyes now averted, you joined him. ‘God, imagine trying to watch you two? What freaks’ he chuckled to himself. ‘Anyway, who wants to see the jellybean baby?!’

Up in his office, Miguel watched the entire conversation with a sullen face.

He was waiting for someone else to ask, for anyone to step in, but, they never did.

Peter’s overt talking down and casual acceptance of your relationship hadn’t tainted his reputation, it had only helped to lessen your own. Nobody wanted to question nor be cruel to the man who’d been through so much already. He was just too pathetic to be mean to, at least face to face, and now with a new baby on the way he was absolutely off limits.

And so long as he was off limits, so were you. You continued to eat with Mig in peace.

Miguel watched with disgust. God damn it.

Never mind though, he thought. That was only his first plan. He scratched it out and moved to the next.

… The second attempt …

The second attempt was a little more complicated. He was going to re-organise the support training and cause Mig to panic, thus failing you both and ensuring that you couldn’t continue within the society.

Miguel used his authority to add a new scenario on the second week of training: one in which a partner was grievously injured, and the other had to perform first aid under pressure.

He made sure that you would be the one on whom they simulated the injury. He even donated his hologram technology to re-create the wound, ensuring it was realistic.

He wanted it to be reminiscent of when Dana died. He wanted to spark that panic.

He knew it was cruel, but he didn’t know how else to remind Mig of what he was, of what he’d done. It felt like the only option he had.

On the day of training Miguel set himself up outside. He noted your glare as you and Mig entered, and he dismissed it just as quickly. He stood outside the door and watched through the windows as the seminar began.

As the spider leading went through their slides, slowly introducing the topic, he watched Mig’s face fall. He watched a million tiny micro-thoughts flash over his eyes, his soft smile turning into horror.

When the leading spider told the couples to disperse for practise, he saw Mig shaking. He saw you clutching his hands tight. He saw you arguing with the leader in hushes whispers, reading your lips to see that you were begging to do something else.

They didn’t back down. This was curriculum, they said. This was important.

You were forced to walk back and lie on the floor as Lyla prepared to simulate a stab wound on your side.

Miguel continued to watch from the shadows, ready to witness the breakdown.

But, it never came. You stepped in too quickly.

As Mig shook, as he trembled on the brink of panic, you broke character to hold his hand. You made him focus on your face. You held his spider paw and you told him over and over: it wasn’t his fault, he was safe, he was okay.

You continued to love his body without shame, without concern, even when the other couples looked over with that trademark morbid curiosity.

‘It’s okay’ you’d whispered, ‘it’s okay. I’m here. You’re doing great.’

You guided him through each step, forcing him to look at your face and not your body. You smiled even with the simulated pain. You were slow, patient, leading each and every move, and as Mig started to see the simulated wound patching his fears began to subside.

He was fixing it, and you weren’t afraid. You weren’t her.

You helped him patch the wound and lift your legs. You helped him pad the bleeding and safely remove the object. You helped him seal the wound with the cauteriser and finally call for backup to help, and all with his little spider paws in use.

It took you the longest out of all the couples to finish, but you did manage to finish within the given timeframe to not fail. Mig also wasn’t entirely unphased; despite managing to get through he was shaken, disturbed, and he had to sit in silence for a long while after.

But you sat with him. You sat at his side while he whimpered, with your hands on his fur and your head on his side, and when he was okay to move you immediately called off for the day and took him home. You went back to your nest with him to recuperate and relax in time for the next session, sure that you could complete it together.

Miguel left with his claws dug deep into his skull. He paced all the way back to his office.

One more go. One more try. He had to crack eventually.

… The third attempt…

The third attempt was pure panic. He was running out of time.

You and Mig were getting comfortable here. Eating lunch in the café where they’d built a bigger booth just for him, sitting with Peter in the rec rooms and watching stupid videos, talking about visiting his baby when it was born. It was sick.

He was acting so, normal. So, adjusted. They’d forgotten that he was a monster, so he had to remind them.

There was only one thing left to do. Miguel had to pit him against another monster for the first time. He had to psych him out.

While patrolling around the go home machine, Miguel located a single trapped anomaly at the end of the queue, one who was out of sight and out of mind; some rogue, petty little red symbiote, small and unwieldy. When he tapped on its light cage the thing sprang at his head and shrieked.

He pulled his watch up to check his cameras; sure enough, you and Mig were in the lobby.

Miguel felt himself sweating. He hated doing this, he really did. He just had to do it.

He breathed in deep, took one quick extra scan of the area, before carefully lowering the light cage around it. He let it free.

‘ANOMALY BREACH!’

He chased the symbiote through the lobby on all fours, constantly herding and scratching at its side. He wouldn’t dare let it hurt anyone else. He even dived in the way when it jumped as a passing Gwen, letting it pierce his suit until it sparked.

This wasn’t about them. He was still a good person. He just, had, to guide it.

He led it down to the lobby. He led it down to you and Mig.

‘So I’m not sure how I feel about having the door to the new den, like, ON the top, I feel like having it flatten out and then having the door on a sturdy base makes more sense?’

You were mindlessly blabbering to Mig about the extension you were both building to the nest, as you usually did, having sunk into a comfortable domesticity with him without even trying. Mig pondered that thought as you walked.

‘Mmm… My only worry would be, the flooding issue. I don’t want the entrance getting bogged down and un-usable, especially if you’re inside. If the wood is on top it would be better at keeping rain out of the bedroom.’

‘Hmm, maybe.’

It was nice to talk. It kept you distracted from the people everywhere, and the eyes constantly boring into your backs. You thought over the idea before opening your mouth once more.

‘It—’

‘LOOK OUT!’

Someone’s scream drew both of you to glance upward, only to be met by the sight of Miguel freefalling mid-battle with the red symbiote. You scrambled to get back.

‘Shit, SHIT HOW DID IT GET OUT?!’

‘ARAÑITA!’

Mig instinctively pushed you back with his legs, his body rearing upward. Miguel was leading it right towards him as the other spiders scattered and fled. Chaos fell on the usually quiet hub as their leader scrapped and clawed his way to escape.

‘Argh—get, BACK--!’

Miguel hissed and violently kicked the creature across the floor, conveniently throwing it right at Mig. You struggled to stand.

‘MIG!’

In that moment you felt the most unbearable fear. You watched the squirming creature writhe on the floor at a speed you could barely comprehend, throwing itself right at your beloved spider. You tried to reach his front but his spider leg was holding you out of harms way.

‘MIG—’

What happened next was a flash of red and black. Mig steadied, crouched and pounced in a second, easily grabbed the beast in his teeth. He used every hunting trick he had. With his forelegs he pinned and pierced the flesh, and with his teeth he subdued. He rolled with the monster, showing a disturbing amount of dexterity and speed for his size, and filled its gooey body with venom.

Just like when he’d caught the deer, his strength both terrified and awed you. It was over far too quickly.

His protective instincts were too strong. He would never let you get hurt.

The other spiders began to crowd around as Mig withdrew himself. His paralyzing venom had utterly ruined the little symbiote, and it was easy for someone else to trap it.

You noticed, as you panted and trembled, that they weren’t cowering away from Mig anymore. They seemed, surprised? Perhaps, grateful, even.

Miguel noticed the same thing. He watched his counterpart stand in surprise as a few spiders rushed forward to thank him, to comment on his speed and size. It wasn’t all of them, but, enough to be notable.

‘Holy shit how did you do that?!’

‘That was so fast!’

‘I didn’t know you could move so quickly. How much muscle is in a spider anyway?’

Bit by bit, question by question, Mig smiled. He smiled, and for once, it put them at ease.

Miguel felt his bruised and battered body slumping as he watched from the sidelines. He watched you run forward and jump into Mig’s arms, berating him for his stupid stunt. He watched the spiders view your relationship up close, seeing how Mig shyly apologized as you slapped his stomach.

He’d failed. Again.

… The fourth attempt ….

What was the fourth attempt?

Well, there was no fourth attempt, because you both passed. By the end of the month you and Mig had completed your de-escalation and support training, you’d filled out every useless bit of paperwork, and you’d been signed off by your therapist for good.

It was over. It was done. Mig was approved as a member of the society and received his own watch, and most importantly, your relationship was sanctioned.

You’d even begun to be accepted within the society. Mig would never be loved, but he could at least be ignored, and after word about his stunt with catching the symbiote had spread most spiders simply got over his presence. He didn’t have any new friends, but he was happy with you and with Peter.

Every attempt Miguel had made to kick you out had only succeeded in drawing you deeper. He’d failed.

Every day, he sank a little lower.

Every day, he grew a little angrier.

After all, you and Mig were sore winnings. For as many times as Miguel tried to bother you both, you weren’t exactly the most hospitable guests at the HQ.

You pushed his buttons too, just… in a slightly different way. In a more, private, personal way.

‘MM—fuck, careful—’

You clung tight to Mig’s fur in an attempt to bite down the lewd noises threatening to erupt from your throat.

You were hiding together in one of the larger maintenance closets in the HQ. The door was blocked with Mig’s thick webbing, keeping any curious spiders out, and you were stuck to the wall by the same webbing.

Your legs were around his hefty shoulders, and even with his body holding your weight they were shaking. Your suit had been pulled down and left at your ankles, binding them together. The air was hot, lurid. The tight little room was filled with the sound of rustling fur and subtle, wet little breaths.

In here it was just you and him, you and your Mig, and he was slathering you with his favourite kind of affection.

‘Mm…. mm, fuck—’

You looked down to admire his head as it nestled between your thighs. You watched his lips as they gently sucked at your clit. This, this was your kind of private time.

He was incredibly slow with his tongue. There was no urgency in his movements, no need to finish or leave. If he had his way, he’d never leave. He’d flick his tongue then suck, dragging the full, flat, wet muscle along every ridge and nerve he could find. The way it intelligently curled and lapped at you was unbearably.

‘Ahh- shh, fuck—so hard to be quiet—’

You could hear the wet little noises his mouth was making. The sucking, the moaning, the breathy schlop of his tongue as he licked. He was so warm. His spit was soaking you.

‘R-Right there, Mig, please—’

You sucked air in and pursed your own lips, forcing down another scream.

‘Mm… arañita…’ Mig obliged and followed your guidance. His tongue flicked at your clit then ran itself all the way down to your entrance then back up again, slippery and smooth, a sensation so sharp that you spasmed.

‘FF—MMM, MM—MHMHM—’

You slapped your hand over your mouth before you could scream out loud. Mig rustled his abdomen again; he was overjoyed to receive your silent praise. He closed his eyes and breathed in deep.

Mig had kept your panties on, merely shifting them to the side with his nose so he could get at what he craved beneath. He wouldn’t admit it, but you knew he had a fetish for smelling them. It was perhaps the one thing he was too ashamed to not blurt.

You didn’t mind; honestly, it was cute. His eyes would dilate and his very back abdomen would shake like a rattle snake whenever he smelled them.

‘Good—good boy, t-that’s it—’

You shakily stroked his head as he moaned. His hair was thick between your fingers. You pulled it, lightly, and he rustled a little more.

‘Mm—’

His paws came up to find you, his long legs extending until those fluffy pads could grope at your hips and thighs. You could see that his eyes had glazed over. The potent aphrodisiac of your soaked panties was enough to sustain him for the rest of the day, even if you didn’t touch him. That was all he needed.

You watched him sneakily lick at them, coyly tasting the wet fabric before tasting you again. He was whining pathetically.

‘Good boy’ you whispered, ‘good, good boy—mm, fuck—feels so good, such a good fucking boy—’

His whines got louder. He was licking harder, his tongue drifting down to lap at your cunt. You knew he wanted more. He wanted in.

‘Y-Yes—fuck me Mig, please—’

He pushed his tongue right up inside you, eagerly flicking it from side to side. You gushed over his lips.

‘Fuck me, please—fuck me—such a fucking good boy, my good boy—’

His paws were tapping furiously at this point. He was lightheaded with joy. He shoved his strong, sharp nose right into your panties and breathed in deep.

‘Wanna—cum for you, please—’ you whined.

With a soft grunt Mig withdrew and forced his lips back onto your clit, sucking furiously to get what he so badly craved. With your hand once again covering your mouth, you orgasmed on his face.

Your body shook, your muffled moans filling the little closet alongside his happy little purrs. He rustled with absolute ecstasy as your slick covered his tongue. When you finally slumped you were sweating.

‘Ah… thank you, thank you. I-I swear to god, your mouth is- heaven’ you panted. Mig purred as he lowered you down. Soon his chiselled cheek was on your own, nestling in close as you calmed yourself.

‘My sweet arañita’ he whispered. ‘I should be thanking you.’

‘You idiot’ you affectionately chided. ‘I didn’t do anything for you.’

‘You did more than enough’ he insisted. ‘More than enough. Any, chance to relieve myself, I am more than grateful for. I appreciate you indulging my needs.’

You leaned in close and bumped your forehead to his. As you giggled, he groaned. You took a moment just to breathe together, your lips brushing but not kissing,

‘Did I smell good?’ you whispered. He chuckled at that.

‘They smelled—divine, mi arañita.’

‘You pervert’ you teased. His eyes creased.

‘You’re so mean, arañita. I’m simply doing what’s natural.’

You raised your brows, clearly questioning such a statement, and slowly Mig’s expression changed. You caught his eyes glowering as he moved in closer to kiss your jaw. ‘You, little thing, are the one naked in the closet right now.’

A pleasurable shudder went down from your loins to your toes, one that Mig clearly felt. He grinned to himself.

‘Mig’ you whispered.

‘Mi tesoro’ he whispered back.

You pulled his head back and wrapped your lips around his. ‘Mm—mm—’

‘OUT!’

The sudden yell from outside caused you both to jump, as did the sudden rapid pounding on the locked door.

‘Shit—shit, is that him?!’ you hissed. Mig nodded.

In a silent panic Mig dropped you to the floor. You yanked on your suit while Mig rubbed his jaw and lips on the back of his hand, trying his best to cover your scent.

When you threw open the closet door you were met by Miguel, his body tensed and frozen mid-way through a second violent knock. He glared down at you with those cold red eyes.

‘What are you doing?’ Miguel snapped.

You and Mig glanced at each other.

‘Ah- well—’ You fumbled your excuse, foolishly, because you couldn’t stop giggling. You’d gotten too comfortable with your position now, and in contrast to your previous fear, you just couldn’t stop laughing at how angry he looked. ‘I um- was just, recovering’ you stammered.

Miguel’s eyes glanced you up and down. ‘Why are your legs shaking?’ he asked coldly. You blanched as he pointed one claw at your hips, highlighting the way your knees were trembling.

‘Ah… I was, well—’

‘They were training with me’ Mig said, quickly stepping in to save you. ‘Mi arañita pulled a muscle while were in the sparring room, and I didn’t want to make a spectacle of them. I came in here so they could recover in peace.’

‘Really?’ Miguel said incredulously. ‘Really? You want me to believe that?’

‘Yes’ Mig replied curtly.

‘You can see it, on the camera’s, actually’ you added. ‘If you check the cameras in the uh- sparring room, you’ll see us.’

You conveniently left out that, yes, you had been training with Mig, but you hadn’t left because you pulled a muscle, you’d left because the thrill of constantly pinning each other down had become too much to bear.

Miguel sneered down at you.

You knew he knew the truth. You knew he could smell the subtle little hints of your slick on Mig’s wet hand, that he could smell what you’d done, but he couldn’t admit that out loud when there were other spiders watching. It was too embarrassing.

You’d bested him again.

‘Fine. Be more careful in the future, I can’t have people getting stupid, pointless injuries on my base’ Miguel snapped.

‘Wouldn’t dream of it sir’ you replied with a smug salute.

He wanted to punish you. He wanted so, so badly to be in control again, but how? He had no resources. With a soft grunt Miguel turned, and he left. He left you both behind and returned to his office alone.

As he crawled up to his desk, he involuntarily kicked it, easily denting the hard metal.

They’d all failed. This slimy monster had gotten away from him again. This wolf in sheep’s clothing, this reflection of all his own internal fears and mistakes, he was free. He was happy.

How could he be happy?

‘Miguel!’

The sound of someone calling his name made him freeze. Shit, he thought, someone was here. He grunted and phased his mask on before turning, hoping that it would cover the rage on his face. ‘What?’

There was a small, rookie spider standing beneath his desk, their hands full with holograms. They awkwardly called up again. ‘We’ve got an anomaly in uh… shit, E-458’ the man called up.

Miguel physically perked up when he heard that specific series of numbers.

‘The… huh. Huh.’

He pulled up footage of said universe and filled his entire desktop with it, the bright orange glow reflecting off his face.

He knew this universe. It was a dangerous one, an apocalyptic world overtaken by sentient plants. One where the plants released a potent aphrodisiac that saturated the air, forcing anyone who went there to wear a heavy suit for protection.

‘We had another breakout, one of the guys awaiting the go-home machine escaped through a portal and is hiding out there. We’ve got suits on standby, but we need to send someone.’

‘Right. Of course’ Miguel murmured. To the smaller spider it sounded like a confident response, but it wasn’t meant for him. It was meant for Miguel. It was a soft, private little affirmation. Of course. The fourth attempt.

‘Right. Send these two, this’ll be their first mission’ Miguel barked. He tapped his watch to input the codes of the two he wanted, and then physically flicked his hand as if throwing the data at the other spider. He heard the man scoff as they appeared on his own watch.

‘Th—Sir are you sure?’

Yours and Mig’s gleeful faces peered back at him, your features lightly distorted by the holograms hexagonal structure. When Mig had been granted his new watch he’d been asked to take an official photo, and as a small act of rebellion you’d both taken your pictures together.

You were both listed as Miguel’s desired spiders to be sent on this mission.

‘They- didn’t he only just pass?’ the man asked when Miguel didn’t respond.

When Miguel spoke he kept his voice low and calm, but behind the man’s back, he was smiling. If you wanted to be horny idiots, fine. He’d play your game. He’d let you be as stupid as you wanted.

‘Oh, yes. I’m sure. They’ve proven themselves capable. Send them out.’

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[commsroom]

laughing at the fact that Eiffel lived with the plant monster for months probably. And he's canonically allergic to it. And he just had to Cope. Literally everything happens to that man

i know, right? guy with the ailments. no one else is sneezing over it, either. it's just him. it's amazing how many things happen to him that you wouldn't think would continue to be problems in space, statistically. he's got pollen allergies? plant monster in the vents. he's deathly afraid of spiders? guess what! he has the most incredible luck. bad luck, good luck, it depends, but he's sure got a lot of it.

honestly, no wonder nobody (including eiffel) noticed his decima symptoms at first, when he's always hacking and wheezing even under normal circumstances. he's got that horrible smoker's cough.

[laddieseddiemunster]

Can you do a Lost Boys headcannon were their s/o is afraid of spiders??? Like how would they react to finding out they're afraid of spiders, if they'd tease you about it, etc.

hope you enjoy!

The Lost Boys x S/O That’s Afraid Of Spiders

David

he would find it amusing how much you hate spiders. david thinks of spiders more as a nuisance than anything. when you’d see a spider and jump on his lap in fear he’d think it’s funny. he’d say something like, “are you really scared of a little spider?”

depending on his mood, david might get a little annoyed with your fear of spiders. for example, if you screech and jump at him for protection and he’s in a bad mood he might groan and tell you to grow up a little bit. he’ll apologize later if he truly offended you, but when he’s in a bad mood any little thing will make it worse.

david would kill the spiders for you. not only because you’re afraid of them, but also because he finds them annoying. he likes seeing you come to him for protection, but he wouldn’t want you to be afraid for too long. if he’s not in the mood for getting spider remains on his shoes then he’ll grab a stick for the spider to climb on and he’ll leave it outside.

Dwayne

dwayne wouldn’t be annoyed with your fear of spiders. he knows that all people/vampires are all afraid of something, and yours happens to be spiders. the first time he saw you scream and run to him because of a spider he just laughed a little bit and then killed it.

he wouldn’t ever make fun of you for your fear of spiders. he just finds it funny at times. if it’s a big spider he’ll understand because they’re scaring looking and ugly, but he finds it funny when you screech over a spider the size of an ant. one of the first times he saw you run away from a tiny spider he said, “this little thing? he won’t hurt you,” dwayne still killed it afterwards though because he doesn’t like seeing you scared.

dwayne isn’t afraid of spiders unless they come out of nowhere. like if he turns and sees one right next to him he’ll jump a little bit. he’s not scared of killing spiders though because he’s used to killing them for you and laddie. he finds it cute how you come to him for protection. he likes being the brave one.

Paul

paul would make fun of you for it, but deep down he’s afraid of spiders too. he would never admit it though. the first time you saw a spider and hid behind him he started laughing at you. “babe, you’re scared of a nice little spider?” he’ll apologize if he makes you feel bad, and depending on the size he’ll step on it to kill it.

if you insist he kills a big sized spider, paul will say he will like it’s no sweat, but when he gets close to it and realizes how big it actually is he’ll chicken out. all his courage will be washed away, and he’ll spend a few minutes trying to boost his confidence back up to kill it. once you tell him to kill it a second time his confidence will be gone and he’ll come up with an excuse like, “he’s probably got a wife and kids! i don’t want to kill him!”

paul will never admit that he’s scared of spiders, but has no problem making fun of you for it. if you try to tell him that he’s afraid of them too he’ll deny it till no end. paul will only have the courage to kill the small spiders the big ones are you’re problem.

Marko

marko is not afraid of spiders in the slightest. it’s mainly because he knows that they can’t hurt him even if they bite him. when he found out you were deathly afraid of spiders he thought it was hilarious and made fun of you like paul. “i can’t believe you’re afraid of these friendly little spiders! they won’t do anything to you! here, take one!”

marko would try to get the spiders to befriend him and follow him around the cave, but he fails almost every time. he’ll pick one up and chase you around with it saying he wants you to meet his new friend, but he really just enjoys scaring you. if the spider bites him or refuses to be his friend, marko will get upset and kill it as punishment.

he doesn’t really like killing them because they don’t bother him, but he will if you’re screaming at him to. after chasing you around with the spider in his hand he’ll say, “babe, look,” and he’ll kill it by crushing it with his bare hands. that probably wouldn’t make you feel any better cause of how gross that would be, but he got rid of the spider problem.

[therealtwobitmatthews]

Ooc

The gang and their fears😈

Ponyboy is deathly afraid of the fucking ocean you could not get that guy in there

Soda is afraid of spiders stupid ass

Twobits afraid of a world without food and beer (fuckng fatty/JOKING)

Steve’s afraid of dogs

Johnnys afraid of old men ☠️☠️☠️

Dallas afraid of mosquitos prolly

Darry’s afraid of losing his brothers the same way he lost his parents and failing.

All fun haha!!

[orcaog]

More Completely Random Ghoul(ette) Headcanons

⭑ Rain pronounced Aether’s name wrong once and is unable to live it down.

⭑ Mountain is deathly afraid of spiders- which proves a problem when working in an outdoor greenhouse. He often approaches one of the Ghoulettes (they’re less likely to make fun of him) and asks them to get the spider in the corner for him.

⭑ Cirrus is the type of person to say the most unhinged stuff with a completely nonchalant tone- she’ll make a comment about how her and Cumulus had “very passionate intimacy” first thing in the morning with zero regrets and an air of casualness only achieved through having exactly 2 hours of sleep.

⭑ When Aurora was summoned, Sunshine decided it would be her mission to make the new Ghoulette as comfortable as possible in a new place. So when she went on tour, Sunshine spent her time left behind with Aether painting the wall in her room, so that when Aurora was to return, she’d come back to the Aurora Borealis as a giant mural on her wall. (Naturally, Aeth was dragged into it and was not allowed to complain or else Sunshine would chuck the paintbrush at him).

⭑ When Phantom was a new summon, he would find immense joy in jump-scaring people as they walked past open doorways. It ended when Swiss did it to Phantom and he burst into tears.